Lyrics:
used to be
Is just a scar with a funny, sad story to me
Yeah, I'm a bit used up myself
My Blue Book value's low
I hear whispers like a shadow I
ain't arrived yet
Watch me take it back to prospect
Chiefing by the lake house for def' though super fresh
Skinny niggas vexed and my box logo is
to my enemies
A blue devil's
On your hectic glass of Hennessy
Hail Mary, bury you a legend
Told the judge you was raised wrong
And that's why you
You gotta get off the clock and get on the phone
And tell everyone you know
To get on over to my house
And leave their worries there by the door
You gotta get off the clock and get on the phone
And tell everyone you know
To get on over to my house
And leave their worries there by the door
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
I'll be in the bar
On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
Everybody wants to feel those arms around them
To be rocked like a cradle by their mama, their lover, or the Lord
And hearts live on no matter how
kissed
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can''t resist
At seventeen
Now, sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all
of the sky
And wonder how You decided to make it that blue
And once again, I'm amazed
I see the miracle of a baby being born
And wonder how You give us life
I
down the cigarettes,
Started holding my wife a little tighter and sayin' the prayers I used' forget,
And now I look into those baby blue eyes and I find
I kept you by my side
Baby, where'd you go
All right
Bet you don't know
What you been working for
got no love
Pop 6, Ryu and Tak, cops know what it does
Hot shit by the bungalow, drop the bloody glove
Won't get caught killin' today, baby, cause I'm
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
You don't see a damn thing
'cause you can't relate to me
You're blinded by our differences
My life makes
and chain
I'm drinkin TNT, I'm smokin dynamite
I hope some schoolboy'll start a fight......
I'm Ready
An old blues song; I'm not sure who wrote it, but
when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in
Lying by the trees all wrapped up in leaves I lay down to sleep you're so lovely
Little hands so white and pale blue under your nails I wanna show
kissed
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can''t resist
At seventeen
Now, sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all
She used to call me baby
I thought she was such a lady
But my how things have changed since times moved on
I give her my last dollar
Now all
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
Here we go, baby!
Oh, you got a party goin' on?
With bullshit people and bullshit songs
I guess my name's on the guestlist, but if not
take
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
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